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A Twinkle in the Ice

The early morning light twinkles through the massive glacial hanging. Not a mere icicle; more of a solid waterfall, its foaming bubbles frozen in time. Deer tracks sprint across the thick ice-bound lake. The land, the water, the air, all seem chilled into seclusion.

And yet, droplets form on the tentacular tips. The warmth of the sun braves the cold to melt our stiffness, free our flowing gracefulness. Soon we will be unbound from our frigid night, ready to explore the burgeoning day…bring new life to the old and crusty. Live again, freed from the bounds of icy existence.

To join our brethren in the lake again. Soon we’ll rise into the sky once more to start the cycle of fluidity that brings us back to earth, to ice, to water, to sky…and back around again.

[Note: The above was stimulated by a photo challenge in the Daily Post. The idea was to share a photo of twinkling light. As usual, my mind saw a slightly different view of the challenge.]